𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'♡︎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃'ఌ︎ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❤️‍🩹

[urprettyangel888]

HEAR ME OUT...

lowkey yearning for a Michael x Egyptian!Reader headcanons like.... i see the vision 😫😫😫😫😫😫 (im actually egyptian but... i have been on the low since i created my acc here..)(proud of being an egyptian queen ngl 🙈🤭)(hope it reaches the audience like this is the biggest hear me out 😔✋🏻)

[vwellouria]

Ი ᰍ ݃ ݁ᣟ݂. NOTHIN' BEATS THE SMELL OF HOME ꫂ�� things to look forward to when you shift to your dr ◇

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 The feeling of pure exhilaration and relief upon waking up in your dr

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Window-shopping with your friends in your dr and finding a photo booth only to take a thousand photos without it

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Using your powers / magical abilities for the first time (if you're shifting to a dr with magic)

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Being able to express yourself in an authentic manner and receiving acceptance and love from others for it. Heavy on this one

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Experiencing true, unadulterated freedom to do as you please because the world is your oyster and everything is possible and yada yada yada

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Trying foods you've never eaten before in your cr. Like I've always wanted to try Pani Puri but I never had the opportunity to here.

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Receiving comfort and affection from people in your dr

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Pursuing your passions / aspirations without any limitations whatsoever because again, the world is your fucking oyster.

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 This is a little more cliché but having a y/n moment like boy I've always wanted to have one of those for years our time will come trust.

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Watching the sun set or rise in your dr as the colors of the sky oscillate between orange, pink, purple and yellow.

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Living out your wildest dreams

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Meeting and or even befriending people / characters you've admired in your cr

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Living with the knowledge that you've successfully shifted and knowing that you have the ability to like shift

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Snuggling in a blanket with your s/o or friends with your dr

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Being able to explore a multitude of worlds and universes or just travelling around in general

꒰ᩧ৯༷ 𓏼 Going on your first mission/ doing your first gig or heading to a date for the first time ever

𝄞 yeahh so this would probably be one of my lasts posts for a while at least...? I'm sorry if it's short I've been running low on energy these days :(( and I'm also technically on a hiatus so...

⋆ Gisele's sigma's (comment if you want to be added/removed) ; @rumitome , @kuunio , @easyboyrecliner , @unidentified-divinity , @delicatelullaby , @sireneptune , @emotionallyderanged , @irregularrr7 , @deepinthegroves , @sh0dor1 , @anastasiatheshifter , @ysketball , @ohsolottie , @softsolipsist , @gremlinsallaroundme, @empanadasssconsal , @lovlyrealities , @littlsoleil , @dia-shifts , @moonkichi

[brownsugarletters]

Mike performed come together like it was his song baby 😭 this quality is UNREAL

Credit: @/jase.mj.12 on IG

[urprettyangel888]

OH DADAAAAAAAAAA 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

[brat0logy]

ns but everybody who kept pushing Michael to do This Is It played a part in what happened… cause no fucking way y’all expected a 50 year old man who was barely sleeping , was skinny and frail , and hadn’t toured like that in years to suddenly do 50 shows

At first it wasn’t even supposed to be 50 dates… more kept getting added because of demand . That’s ALOT for any one his age , let alone someone whose health was clearly struggling .

People around him should’ve been looking out for his well being instead of just thinking about the money and the concerts . Obviously nobody can put ALL the blame on one person or one thing because the situation was way more complicated than that

[m0onlitreverie]

𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 1𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 🩶

28 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 & 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 🦇

[maverist]

PINTEREST TAG GAME: SEARCH FOR 'MY VIBES' + UR COLOUR OF CHOICE, POSTING 9 PICTURES YOU FIND THE MOST AESTHETICALLY PLEASING

thank you for the tag @samwspn & ur moodboard from this ask game was stunning <3

no pressure tags; @severedlamb @prettysouled @scissorhvnds @lacyydollette @thyme-in-a-bubble @bruisedboys @mayasstars @girrlsoinlove @bcyhoods @wolvisms @prettyglad @carmysdoll @littlelamy @ethxreallie @abbottjunior01 + anyone who wants to join x

[girrlsoinlove]

pinterest tag game: search for “my vibes” + your color of choice, and pick 9 pictures you find most aesthetically pleasing!

⠀thank you for the tag @maverist, this was so so so fun 🫧🤍 pinterest actually knows me so well omg

⠀⠀— npt tags & sorry for any doubles ꕤ @severedlamb @scissorhvnds @prettysouled @effortlesslysweet @beafond @quotevvr @twlightzne + anyone else who would like to join!

[beafond]

pinterest tag game: search for “my vibes” + your color of choice, and pick 9 pictures you find most aesthetically pleasing!

this is fun i liked this :3

npt tags : @ickology @pittsick @indulgencia @lilahthedoll @amourflores @aphrahdite @ackleskisser-mp4 <3

[qrsu]

thank u @beafond for the tag on @indulgencia

꣑ no pressure! tags. @biovomit @p-oema @eepwtf + anyone who wants to join

[saki-ki]

pinterest tag game : search for “my vibe” along with the color of your choice and pick the nine photos you find most aesthetically pleasing !

no pressure tags for some of my moots 🏷️ : @rumitome @sadollzie @shifterwho @aphroditettee @cinnabonshifts @binniemyluvv

i’ve never tagged anyone before so sorry if you dont want to be (シ_ _)シ

[cinnabonshifts]

pinterest tag game (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) !

search for “my vibes” w/your color of choice, and pick 9 pictures that you find the most aesthetically pleasing ! 🗯️

OH EM GEE! I NEVER GET TAGGED FOR THESE THING HOLD ON!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG @saki-ki !!!

no pressure tags ! ✶ : @vanillebirkin , @angelic-seb , @shiftingxaspen , @b3an-i3 , @aphroditettee , @yejizwxrld , @disanointt , @aeinseuphoria , @rymazzzz

to be honest, idk who to tag because I've never done one of these 😭

[vanillebirkin]

For the first time participating these XD

My color of choice would always be black & white for old cinema, maybe tones of latte, beige, cinnamon, & oak too. femme fatale (maneater) hihihihi

Thank u @cinnabonshifts my lovely angel for tagging me 😽😽

tagz: @alpinecherub , @miiholic , @urprettyangel888 , @lucisaeternaa , @thepoisonofmyopulence , @gaarashift , @withluvvenus , @charliesrealities , @yusifshifts , @selciore , @delicatelullaby , @bunni4koo , @echaryne , @kissedbycherry

No pressure at all!!!! 💗 You can join if ur not tagged but u see this, I personally love activités like that between shifters xx

[urprettyangel888]

ty diva for me mentioning me 😚😚😚 @vanillebirkin

tags: @swagshitposts @selciore @laistrange @bulmmaa4 @icedcaramelfrappe-bambi @mha-obsessed-idiot @rivwillshift @alpinecherub @jiminiepabov @freewinniejpeg

@etherealiti

here is mine 🌙✨

[lumivoid]

Went into sleep paralysis on purpose and it worked

🪼 What I did:

Before meditating I set the intention verbatim: When I have a micro awakening tonight, i will stay still and keep my eyes closed.

I Meditated to this before bed for 10 minutes just to relax.

I listened to this subliminal once while I was still relaxed from the meditation and just kept relaxing further. This is a Sleep paralysis subliminal by Kiras Domain.

Then, I put my head between two pillows that were side by side so I could side sleep without the headphones hurting too much. I basically put the headphone side I laid on between the both pillows. I turned on this gem next.

The audio had stopped after 20 minutes because idk why so I woke up realizing. I just took the headphones off and went to sleep normally. I felt my body getting heavy and relaxed really quickly and felt myself going in and out of consciousness. Idk how much time passed but the funniest thing happened...

I got startled aware by a Sleep Paralysis auditory hallucination. The voice said "Boo!" Lmaoooo 😄

So I fully flinch. But relax immediately because I know it's just a hallucination. Exactly what I wanted. I tell myself to calm down 4-5x and it's fully quiet around me. I begin to affirm for my waiting room. Detaching from expectations. Just repeating the affirmation and lazily visualizing my waiting room.

Now, here's the silly part. I feel myself fall through my body or maybe into my body? Everything is dark behind my eyes. I feel gravity pulling on my awareness and it feels like I'm falling/flying at Mach 3. I sometimes dare to open my third eye to peek to see what's going on around my awareness and it looks like I'm in a wormhole. A tunnel with patterns. I close them so I don't get distracted and pulled back into my body.

After me repeating my affirmation and just going with the flow I'm suddenly back in physicality. I open my eyes and it's my OR bedroom.

Cool experience and I'm excited to do it again and end up in my WR!

~LumiVoid*

[deletedkisses]

⁀➴ 𓏲﹕  IMPOSSIBLE EYES﹕⸝⸝ ⋆˚࿔ a michael jackson x amber eyes!reader oneshot inspired by this req!

───────────────────────────────────────────── 𑣲⋆ — synopsis: haunted by a lifetime of shame over your eye colour, you spiral before a gala until michael shows you that being truly seen and loved by him is enough to finally accept what makes you different.

𑣲⋆ — cw: fluff & comfort ♡ emotional vulnerability ♡ past bullying/trauma mentions (not graphic) ♡ insecurity & negative self-image ♡ lots of reassurance & verbal affirmations ♡ michael calls you tink ♡ michael says sometime instead of sometimes (pls tell me u guys clocked this...) ♡ michael is incredibly tender & attentive I Love Him ♡ healing through love ♡ no explicit content ♡ pure softness honestly It's just cuddles and kisses

𑣲⋆ — wc: 2.6k >.<

𑣲⋆ — a/n: i wrote this on my break at work in like 30 mins and then edited it for like 2 hours... i hope u guys like i wont be able to write for a few days because my job is kicking my butt BUT!!! at least i got another rec down. YAY! im also trying to find a good layout so maybe this one looks better idk Idk how everyone has cute layouts mine always look ugly

— comment here if you'd like to be part of a future tag list! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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it’s the night before another gala—some industry thing michael’s been invited to, and you’re his plus one. another night of camera flashes and everyone looking absolutely perfect—yet you, on the other hand, can’t stop picking yourself apart. the dress fits like it was sewn onto your body, and your hair’s done flawlessly, each strand falling exactly where it should

but it’s your eyes that keep putting you off.

they look too light—too strange—in this lighting. the amber catches the vanity bulbs and throws back something that feels wrong, like a spotlight you never asked for. you tilt your head, trying to find an angle where they don’t look so obvious, so alienated, but it doesn’t work. it never does. every shift just makes the gold more pronounced and impossible to ignore.

“tink?”

michael’s soft voice comes from the doorway, and you feel the way the air shifts when he enters a room, like gravity pulling everything toward him.

you don’t turn away from your reflection.

“i’m fine,” you say automatically, your voice flat. “just—making sure everything looks okay for tomorrow.”

“you look beautiful.”

the words land softly, but you deflect them just as quickly. “you’re just saying that,”

“i’m not just sayin’ anythin’.” he moves closer, and you can see him in the mirror now, coming up behind you like a shadow made of warmth. his hands settle on your waist, fingers spreading wide, anchoring you. “what’s wrong?”

you shake your head. “nothing. i’m just being stupid.”

“you’re never stupid,” his chin rests on your shoulder now, and he’s watching you in the reflection, eyes searching yours like he’s trying to read something written in a language only he knows. “talk t’me.”

the concern in his voice cracks something open inside the hands of your soul that’s been holding your insecurity shut for years.

“i just—” you swallow hard, and it feels like swallowing glass. “there’s going to be so many people and cameras tomorrow, and i just know someone’s going to notice, and they’re going to say something, and i just can’t—”

“notice what?”

you gesture vaguely at your face, the movement small and full of shame. your eyes. the thing you’ve spent your whole life trying to hide or ignore.

michael goes very still behind you, listening to your vulnerability wholeheartedly.

“baby,” he says quietly, and the word is so tender it hurts. “we’ve been through this.”

“i know,” your voice is so small it’s barely there. “i know we have. but i can’t just turn it off, michael. i can’t just stop feeling like this. it’s been like this for my entire life.”

his arms come around you fully now, pulling you back against his chest, and you can feel his steady heartbeat faintly against your spine.

“i know,” he murmurs into your hair, his breath soothing against your scalp. “i know you can’t.”

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the first time you told him felt like yesterday.

it was early—maybe two or three weeks into dating, when everything still felt fragile and new, like something you could break just by holding it wrong. you’d been trying so hard to keep it together for him, to not let him see how deep the roots of your insecurities ran. but he—of course, he did—noticed.

you were on his couch, curled into the corner with your knees pulled up like you were trying to morph yourself into something smaller. he watched you do so with an expression that made you feel too seen in a way that was both terrifying and safe for how new everything was.

“why d’you do that?” he’d asked you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“do what?”

“hide from me,” he’d shifted closer, and the couch noticeably dipped slightly under his weight. “every time i really try ‘n look at you, you turn away. like you don’t want me to see you.”

your throat had gone tight, and your confession threatened to spill from its strict confinement. “it’s not—it’s not you, michael.”

“then what is it?”

and then it finally slipped through the cracks of your vocal chords, and you told him everything.

“they used to call me a freak,” you’d whispered, staring down at your lap like the words were etched into the flesh of your thighs. “it started in kindergarten when this girl told everyone i was feral, or that i was cursed.” the laugh that came out was pitiful and broken, more of a breath than an actual sound. “and y’know, kids really believe that stuff, like it's a gospel of some sort.”

michael’s hand had found yours, and he laced his long fingers with your delicate ones. his thumb brushed over your knuckles in slow, deliberate strokes.

“it got worse in middle school,” you’d continued, and the words were coming faster now, like a dam of words was breaking in your throat. “boys would make jokes. say i looked like an animal—they’d meow at me in the hallways sometimes, and everyone would laugh.” your voice cracked slightly. “in high school, the insults slowed but the stares never stopped. i think that was worse, actually. it was like i was something in a museum, or a circus freak. something to gawk and point at.”

he just stared at you lovingly, and you could see his heart breaking in real time, the empathy etched into every line of his face.

“i tried coloured contacts once. brown ones,” you’d finally looked up at him then, and the pain in his eyes had nearly undone you. “i thought maybe if i looked normal, people would see me instead of just… that. but it made it worse, because then i was just hiding. admitting they were right about me.”

he’d pulled you into his lap then, cradling you against his chest while you quietly wept at the harsh memories. his hand ran up and down your spine in soothing lines, helping you ease your breathing patterns.

“every single person who made you feel like that was wrong.” he’d said, and his voice was rough with compassion.

“michael—”

“no, listen to me for a sec tink.” his hands had framed your face then, thumbs brushing away the fallen tears resting on your rosy cheeks like they were something precious. “you remember that dinner? the one with all those people from the label?”

you’d nodded without trust in your voice.

“you laughed at somethin’ someone said, ‘n the light hit you just right, ‘n i—” he’d stopped and swallowed hard, a sense of embarrassment washing over him from the confession he was about to let out. “i forgot what i was sayin’. right there, mid-sentence. i immediately lost my train of thought.”

your breath had sharply caught in your chest.

“it was your eyes,” he’d said quietly, and the words felt like they were being pulled from somewhere deep inside him. “the way they caught the light, all gold ‘n warm ‘n alive. i’d never seen anythin’ like it in my life—” his voice had dropped intimately lower. “—i still haven’t. i look at you every day ‘n i still can’t believe i have the honour to see that colour up close.”

“you’re just saying that—”

“i’m not,” he interrupted you, and he pressed his forehead to yours, staring intensely into your gorgeous eyes. “i’m really, really not.”

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“hey, come here,”

michael’s soft voice gently pulls you back to the present. he turns you around slowly, hands on your shoulders until you’re facing him instead of your own reflection and all the judgment that comes with it. he guides you to the bed, and makes you sit right in front of him. he kneels in front of you, and his large hand cradles the side of your face, and it spreads warmth everywhere in your nerves.

“look at me,” he whispers.

you do.

“‘atta girl,” he teases, and you chuckle at the endearment, the sound slipping from your sad lips surprising you. he smiles at your reaction and it makes your chest ache in the best way. he studies you for a long moment, eyes tracking over your features like he’s memorizing something he’s seen a thousand times before but will never get enough of.

“sometime when you’re sleepin’,” he admits quietly, and there’s something vulnerable ingrained in his voice, “i just watch you. the way the morning light hits your face in the morning when you’re finally shiftin’ awake—your eyes look different every time. sometime more gold, or more brown, and sometime they got these little flecks of green in them,” his thumb brushes your lower lashes. “it’s like you’re made of sunshine or somethin’, as corny as it sounds.”

your throat tightens, and heat quickly spreads across your cheeks, your face bleeding to a beet red.

“you’re ridiculous,” you whisper.

“i’m honest is what i am,” he shifts closer, nose brushing yours. “i’m so in love with you it drives me crazy, girl. but especially these—”

he kisses your right eyelid, feather-light, like he’s pressing his love for you directly into your delicate skin. and then he repeats the tenderness to your left, lingering just a moment longer.

“—because they’re yours,” he murmurs against your skin, and you can feel the words as much as hear them. “because when you look at me, i get to see all that gold pointed in my direction ‘n then i remember how lucky i am that you chose me.”

the words land somewhere deep, somewhere you’ve been holding your breath without knowing it. all those years of hiding, of flinching, of voices in the hallways and the weight of being seen in all the wrong ways—but now, he’s here, kneeling in front of you, saying he wants to see. that he’s been watching. that he willingly chose this, chose you.

your eyes overwhelmingly burn at the corners with tears threatening to spill, and your hands find his shoulders to grip there. the touch reminds you that your earth isn’t tilting—this is real. he’s real. the way he’s looking at you—like you’re not a problem to solve or a flaw to overlook, but instead something he genuinely, deeply loves—it’s all real.

something cracks open in your chest from the affection, and you reach for him without thinking.

your lips find his sharp jaw first—soft, deliberate—and you whisper against his skin, “i love you.”

another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth. “i love you.”

he laughs, a surprised little sound that vibrates fully through his chest. “tink, what are you—”

“i love you,” you say again, kissing his cheek now, then you switch to his other one, being deliberately silly about it. your voice is muffled against his skin. “i love you and i love you.”

“okay, okay, i think i’m gettin’ the message,” he breathlessly says, but he’s grinning while his hands come up to steady you as you shift closer, fingers curling tightly around your waist.

you kiss his forehead. “i love you.”

his nose. “i love you.”

the corner of his mouth once again, but this time you’re both giggling a little, the tenderness mixed with something light and easy. “i love you.”

“you’re ridiculous, mama,” he murmurs, but there’s no bite to it, only amusement and warmth so thick you could drown in it.

“i love you,” you mumble, kissing his neck now, and he makes a soft sound that’s half-laugh, half-sigh. you’re being completely goofy about it, pressing exaggerated, quick kisses to his collarbone, his shoulder, narrating each one like you’re announcing them to an invisible audience situated on his smooth skin. “i love you, i love you, i love—”

but then his large hand comes up to cup your face, gentle and unhurried, and he’s tiling your chin up to meet his lips. his kiss is sweet and warm, laughing against each other's lips that you’re both equally swallowing down, tasting the euphoric joy shared between you.

when he pulls back, he’s smiling against your lips, and you can feel the curve of it against your now glossy lips.

“i love you too,” he whispers softly. “in case that wasn’t clear already.”

you’re both grinning now, foreheads touching, and you feel lighter than you have been all evening. all your life, really.

“pretty clear, i think.” you whisper.

he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips again—all quick, affectionate pecks that make your smile impossibly wider against the apples of your cheeks. “good. ‘cause i’m gonna keep tellin’ you ‘tl you stop doubtin’ it.”

“that could take a while,” you tease.

“i got all the time in the world,” he says simply as he pulls you close, wrapping his long arms around you. you sink into him, your head fitting perfectly against his chest, and you can feel him smiling into your hair.

you stay like that for a while, completely wrapped up in each other. his heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, and it’s the only thing you could hear in the quiet room other than the occasional break of your content sighs and the hushed rustle of fabric as he adjusts to hold you closer. his hand finds your back and starts to trace lazy patterns—circles and figure-eights and shapes that don’t mean anything except i’m here, i’m here, i’m here.

“you’re gonna be so beautiful tomorrow,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice drowsy with sudden sleep. “gonna walk in there ‘n everyone’s gonna stare, ‘n i’m gonna get to be the one standin’ next to you.”

“michael, stop—”

“i’m serious.” he pulls back just enough to look at you, and his eyes are tender in the dim light. “when they look at you, i want you to remember this. remember me tellin’ you that i see you, that i always have, and that i’ll never stop seein’ you.”

you nod, and the tightness in your chest is different now, like a sort of ointment that's healing your scars instead of reopening them.

“okay,” you whisper, genuinely listening to his words.

he kisses you again, slow and sweet, and when he pulls back his eyes are dancing with something that looks like hope. you smile at that, and pull him into a reassuring embrace.

and for the first time in longer than you can remember, you close your eyes and the darkness behind your eyelids isn’t crowded with the ghosts of your past. the faces don’t materialize. the voices in the hallway don’t echo in your eardrums. the weight of all those stares—the ones that made you feel like something being perceived in a jar, dissected endlessly until being utterly dismissed—they don’t press down on your chest like they usually do.

instead, there’s just michael.

the same michael who looked at you tonight like you were made of stardust. whose hands framed your face like he was holding the rays of the sun. whose voice went soft and certain when he claimed that he saw you like it was the simplest truth in the world.

you feel his heartbeat aligning into rhythm with your own, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his arms rest heavy across your waist, anchoring you—to his hold, to this pure moment, to the possibility that maybe you've been wrong about yourself all along.

because tonight, while you're wrapped in michael’s love and letting it settle over you like a blanket, you think you might be learning a different language where being beautiful doesn’t feel like a lie. where being seen doesn’t mean being judged. where your amber, impossible eyes, are exactly what they should be.

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[voidstateconfessions]

I woke up being able to speak Chinese

Accidentally, too. I entered the void yesterday (also on accident) and the first thing I thought about was "im fluent in Chinese". I win is a win i guess

🖤

[urprettyangel888]

Angellllll

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS42Q3EpX/

OMG I CRIED TO THIS

and immortality indeed cardle him gently in its arms 😔❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

oh i miss u sm michael 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[wiitchesterr]

ⓘ this user has a severe crush on michael jackson

[glossedupdollxx]

[fairidiary]

˖ ݁ SCRIPTING: page 008 ꣑ৎ

glamour magic things to script ⟢ ˙ ˖

⟣ 𝑡he gp realized how you started to have impossible things happen to you , like lips getting bigger w/o filler

⟣ 𝑦ou have never looked bad a day in your life , there is not one picture that exists of you not looking attractive

⟣ 𝑝ictures of you that were taken of you off guard are some of your best pictures . it makes you look better

⟣ (𝑓or moms) you didn’t look any different while pregnant nor after/while giving birth .

⟣ 𝑦our playlist is full of songs that are abt being gorgeous , easy to like , and just manifestation

⟣ 𝑒verytime you walk into a room, all eyes are on you. no matter where or who’s present

⟣ 𝑒very video that you film, there is not one frame where you look bad . you go viral with every post

⟣ 𝑦ou get referenced in everything as someone gorgeous , whether a song or a motivation book

⟣ 𝑦ou get associated with songs that talk about confidence , spirituality , meditation etc and they’re seen as ❛ your songs ❜ . when people hear the songs they immediately think of you

⟣ 𝑡here is nobody relevant that even slightly thinks you’re not attractive . everybody around you treats you like a goddess , when you walk in a room everybody wonders who you are doesn’t stop complimenting you .

⟣ 𝑤hen people talk about how gorgeous something is , they mention you . to describe something with unordinary beauty they reference you , using your name as a verb .

[selcoire]

“ known celebrities who used manifestation to achieve their dreams!! “

1. Alia Bhatt— Actress :

— She is an indian & british actress who works mainly in Bollywood! the reason I added her here is actually multiple reasons, she is a manifestation master!!

She spoke about imagining the life she wants with clarity, staying aligned with it, and behaving as if it’s already hers— this sounds familiar, right? law of assumption.

she married her celebrity crush, ranbir kapoor. Alia always said in interviews that her celebrity crush was ranbir, who is 11 years older than her.

Alia is known to use the methods clear visualization, mirror practice and vocalizing her dreams.

she always gets the best scripts, directors and co-stars in her career. times entertainment about her manifestation journey ; “ Alia didn’t grab opportunities; she attracted them. Every time she expressed a desire, the next phase of her life seemed to move in that direction. “

2. Lady Gaga— Singer :

— Before she became famous, Lady Gaga's used her iron will to mentally tell herself it was going to happen. In an interview back in 2011, she shared how she repeat the affirmation to herself over and over that she was famous.

“ You repeat it to yourself every day. “ she says. "And it’s not yet, it’s a lie. You’re saying a lie over and over and over again, and then, one day the lie is true.” — lady Gaga, a quote from an interview.

3. Tom Holland— Actor :

— it’s pretty known that tom manifested his career, his breakthrough role Spider-Man and being in a relationship with his celebrity crush zendaya. He is definitely a master manifester as well.

he always says in interviews that he wanted to play Spider-Man in a “reboot of a reboot” and that he'd love to act alongside Jake Gyllenhaal— which he did for 2019's Spider-Man: Far From Home!

Also he manifested working with Anne Hathaway and Christoper Nolan too.

4. Dua Lipa— Singer :

— Dua says it herself! that her song training season was a manifestation technique. she sang the song over and over again and she found her true love!

Dua also said she wanted to work with Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker in her third album and guess what? They did.

“ It's mad to think about, but I remember speaking to my close friend and A&R Joe Kentish, 'Maybe album three, I could work with Kevin Parker and he was like, 'Alright, hold your horses, let's take baby steps. “ — dua lipa, for interview

5. Sabrina Carpenter— Singer :

— Sabrina openly admitted that she wrote her massive chart-topping hit, "Espresso," as a literal manifestation tactic. At the time, she felt like nobody liked her romantically or was obsessed with her, so she penned the lyrics to attract that exact confident, magnetic energy into her real life.

there is more celebrities that talked about manifesting their career & life but I kind of wanna keep it short with very well known celebrities.

[hanashin]

𝜗ৎ nothing to be jealous of

i see this a lot on shiftblr and shiftok, people feeling that quiet sting when they see their s/o being shipped with someone else, or when they realise other shifters share the same person.

and i totally understand that feeling, it’s so incredibly valid and there’s nothing wrong with it at all.

for the longest time, i never chased romance in my drs. i was there for the world, the feeling of being, the experience itself. love was something that found me, not something i actively sought.

but recently, i found myself inexplicably drawn to someone in my dr, and for a moment, that same flicker of jealousy brushed against me too.

right after that, i made a beautiful realisation that diminished any jealousy i felt. and i felt compelled to share it with you. <3

the version you have of them is yours. always.

not in a way that claims or confines, but in a way that is deeply and quietly sacred.

because the one who exists with you is shaped by you. by your presence, your awareness, your way of loving. and that cannot be replicated.

your memories with them are yours.

the way they laugh with you as you share an inside joke, yours

the way they soften when they look at you, yours.

no one else will ever feel the exact warmth of their hand fitting into yours in that first, trembling moment, when the world seemed to soften around you, and gently breathe out a long-awaited “finally” at your touch.

no one else will ever watch the way their lips shape your name, like it was always meant to be theirs to say, laced with whispers of promises and devotion.

no one else will ever know the way their skin trembles beneath your touch as they trace every line of you with reverence, learning you slowly, holding you tenderly, as if your body was made for their worship.

no one else will ever stand in that same quiet place with them, where everything fell into a hush that belonged only to the two of you… something infinite in its depth, yet fleeting in its passing, but entirely and irrevocably yours.

even if they share the same face, the same voice, the same story across countless realities, the love you experience with them is singular. it is intimate in a way that cannot be copied or shared.

so you are not losing anything.

you are not sharing anything.

what you have is untouched, whole, and entirely your own.

and it always will be.

[sillylittlemind]

mikey in the bad short film as daryll

[adovesdiary]

What is your opinion one people who shift to realities where they are different races? Also would you say that your beliefs and values have evolved the longer you've lived and the more time youve spent experiencing other realities?

Everything exists equally, you have no set form. Shift to be tall, short, have pink hair, antlers, I couldn't care less. Shift with the intent of causing harm and then I think you're a piece of shit. Race is a concept in this reality, I've been purple before and no one is going to give a fuck about it, because it's about the meaning and implications this reality attached to our conventional idea of appearance

However, that probably ties right into the second question. Since I've shifted for the first time my beliefs did close to a 180°. At the very beginning, I locked in hard as I believed it to be "God's calling" for me. Now I haunt attics in my freetime just to mess with Gojo. I've come to the realisation nothing is ever that serious, everything is up to you to decide. I don't want something? Great, not my business. The awareness is driven by the desire to experience, these days I allow myself to indulge all of it at all times. There is no limit, never will be, and I've started to laugh at people who genuinely tell themselves there isn't "more". There is infinity. I wanted to understand and be all wise to be of good use to the people around me - today I know the truth is whatever I decide